After the Balasore train accident, the luggage of passengers is lying here and there on the tracks. A diary is also lying between the tracks…. The pages of the diary flutter with the wind…. For someone, someone had written a message of love on the pages. Now after the accident, this message will never reach that person, for whom someone had written these poems in Bengali with his own hand. On one side of the torn page of the diary are line drawings of elephants, fishes and the sun. A traveler must have written them in his spare time during the journey. Although the identity of this passenger has not been known yet. The poem goes something like this, “Alpo alpo megha thake, halka bristi hoy, choto choto golpo theke bhalobasa srishti hoy” (drops fall from stagnant clouds, the stories we heard from you, buds of love blossom in them).